GOD's Controversy by Fire. Amos iv. 11

Eternal GOD, our humbled Souls Before thy Presence bow: With all thy Magazines of Wrath, How terrible art Thou!

Fan'd by thy Breath whole Sheets of Flame Do like a Deluge pour; And all our Confidence of Wealth Lies mould'red in an Hour.

Led on by Thee in horrid Pomp Destruction rears its Head; And black'ned Walls, and smoking Heaps Thro' all the Street are spread.

LORD, in the Dust we lay us down, And mourn thy righteous Ire ; Yet bless the Hand of guardian Love, That snatch'd us from the Fire.

O that the hateful Dregs of Sin Like Dross had perish'd there, That in fair Lines our purged Souls Might thy bright Image bear.

So shall we view with dauntless Eyes The last tremendous Day, When Earth and Seas, and Stars and Skies In Flames shall melt away.